Near the end of my pregnancy with Ryan, I developed preeclampsia. And because I'm nerdy like that, I researched that condition a lot. I knew all the possible things that could happen to me, including seizures, strokes, blindness and even death. Thankfully, that pregnancy had a wonderful outcome but it was still worrisome.
Needless to say, during this pregnancy the fear of developing preeclampsia again has always been in the back of mind. Not something I've been actively worried about but definitely something that I think about from time to time.
A couple of weeks ago, I woke up around (I think) 2:30 in the morning for what felt like my 15th bathroom run to absolute pitch black darkness. I couldn't see a thing. Not.one.single.thing. I held my hands in front of my eyes: nothing! I turned toward my nightstand, felt around for my alarm clock and held that in front of my eyes: nothing! Felt around for my lamp and turned it on: nothing! Turned around, felt for the curtains, ripped them open, looked outside: NOTHING! No stars, no moon, no street lights, no house lights. Nothing! By this point, I was in a near panic, pretty darn close to tears. I just knew that I had gone blind. Everything was black! I was convinced I had developed preeclampsia and it had gotten so bad that I was now blind.
I decided to try one more thing. I climbed out of bed, stumbled blindly across the room to my dresser, picked up my cell phone and pressed a button. Light! OMG! I wasn't blind!! I could see my phone! Hallelujah! It was a miracle!!
So, here I was in the midst of my blond moment for the year, quite possibly the decade. Turns out the power had gone out. Not just at our house, but in the entire neighborhood which explained why I couldn't see anything outside either.
So I proudly woke my husband up to proclaim: "I'm not blind!! Donnie!! I'm not blind!!!!!"
I probably don't need to describe the look I received from him....
Home Run!
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I just love these pictures of Ryan!




